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"
Do
n't
you
know
,
then
,
that
I
have
swindled
you
?
"
I
query
impatiently
,
and
I
breathe
quickly
with
the
excitement
;
I
tremble
and
am
ready
to
use
force
if
he
does
n't
come
to
the
point
.
But
the
poor
man
has
no
misgivings
.
Well
,
bless
my
soul
,
what
stupid
creatures
one
has
to
mix
with
in
this
world
!
I
abuse
him
,
explain
to
him
every
detail
as
to
how
it
had
all
happened
,
show
him
where
the
fact
was
accomplished
,
where
the
money
had
lain
;
how
I
had
gathered
it
up
in
my
hand
and
closed
my
fingers
over
it
--
and
he
takes
it
all
in
and
does
nothing
.
He
shifts
uneasily
from
one
foot
to
the
other
,
listens
for
footsteps
in
the
next
room
,
make
signs
to
hush
me
,
to
try
and
make
me
speak
lower
,
and
says
at
last
:
"
It
was
a
mean
enough
thing
of
you
to
do
!
"
"
No
;
hold
on
,
"
I
explained
in
my
desire
to
contradict
him
--
to
aggravate
him
.
It
was
n't
quite
so
mean
as
he
imagined
it
to
be
,
in
his
huckster
head
.
Naturally
,
I
did
n't
keep
the
money
;
that
could
never
have
entered
my
head
.
I
,
for
my
part
,
scorned
to
derive
any
benefit
from
it
--
that
was
opposed
to
my
thoroughly
honest
nature
.
"
What
did
you
do
with
it
,
then
?
"
"
I
gave
it
away
to
a
poor
old
woman
--
every
farthing
of
it
.
"
He
must
understand
that
that
was
the
sort
of
person
I
was
;
I
did
n't
forget
the
poor
so
...
.
He
stands
and
thinks
over
this
a
while
,
becomes
manifestly
very
dubious
as
to
how
far
I
am
an
honest
man
or
not
.
At
last
he
says
:
"
Ought
n't
you
rather
to
have
brought
it
back
again
?
"
